My cane


My cane has a history
as it was bought by my mother
many years ago for my father
one day on the mainland
when he could not walk anymore,
later also used by her,
and recently by my son when he hurt his knee,
and now this stick is my companion,
my way to stay mobile;
best friend and ugly as hell,
our relationship started on the wrong foot anyway
as I tripped over
but now I am used to it’s ways
and know how walking should be done.
My cane is now on what I do lean,
my cane and I go steady, so:
come on world. We are so ready!

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